Gaius smiled and downed some more ale as Strat quipped about color commentary. “Oh aye, my friend. You are always with the quick tongue.”

He shook his head at Kriger's question, seeing that the sun was still shining in through the tavern windows, "Nay, mate. Too early to hit the racks yet."

Gaius was not as impressed with the woman’s fighting fan as the others, but not because he discounted its nature and deviousness of being applied. His opinion was more of a practical assessment given their plan for the campaign against the hobgoblin army.

He was getting a bit inebriated from the ale too, so his tone was straight to the point instead of flowery (not that he was ever very diplomatic to begin with).

“No offense, lass. But you would need to get in pretty close to use such a weapon. I think you will have a hard time fighting from a horse with it as well.”

“You should know that we could be engaging the enemy in mounted warfare on the morrow. Do you have a decent long range weapon at least so you can avoid getting up close and personal with bugbears, ogres, and the like?” Gaius asked Katya.

He made himself more comfortable in the chair, and helped himself to more ale. He had no intention of getting sloshed, but a nice buzz would be nice before they set out tomorrow on what could be their possible deaths.

Kriger leaned back and listened to the chatter as it rolled around the room.

Strat grinned and poured Gaius some more ale. Drunk Gaius was funny Gaius, only unintentionally so. Strat found it hilarious when Gaius got a little belligerent about things. But in this case, it wasn’t belligerence that was driving Gaius’ questions. They were good ones.

“Yeah, he has a good point,” he said, turning to Katya. “Amongst the foes we might be fighting are incorporeal ghosts or other undead, and possibly dragons. Also large-sized opponents, like ogres or even giants. Do you have another weapon, other than your spells?”

“Well, you know that’s all right, right? If you’re not very good with those weapons, I mean. If you practice you’ll get better, and you might just get lucky. I’m not very good with a bow, myself, but I still carry one because I don’t want to be up close and personal with something really big and scary that could squish me flat. I’d rather take a few potshots before they close, and hope I get lucky.”

He shrugged a bit.

“Do you want to grab a few more weapons at the store before we leave? We can go with you if you want.”

Gaius looked back at Kriger with an arched eyebrow. “Ahh, I assumed that you were tired when you mentioned getting some rest before tomorrow.”

“Though, we should probably not stay up all night drinking,” he remarked as Strat refilled his mug with more ale for the third… maybe fourth time. “Drinking or rolling in the hay with pretty blondes either,” he muttered to his friend Strat beside him with a sidelong look towards Katya.

After a hearty swallow, the cavalier added to the discussion about the sorceress’s weapons, “You don’t have to be great with a weapon to help in a fight using one. Strat is a prime example.” He slapped his friend on the back of his shoulder causing the smaller man to slosh some ale. “Hell, even a blind man can sometime hit the broad side of a barn.”

“If you sling spells at distance, then you could probably shoot a crossbow with a little accuracy. Tis better than sitting on your ass while the rest of us are chopping and skewering the fodder when you don’t need to waste spells on them.”

“Though, Strat here might well enjoy watching you sit there being pretty while admiring your curves, I cannot have him distracted when he is supposed to be watching my back in the thick of things. Even my heavy armor is not always enough when ogres and hobgoblin rangers start ganging up on me and Justiel.”

Katya rolls her eyes at Gaius' clumsy pass at her. She was used to men making passes at her. Women find drunk men so sexy....said no woman ever. If he continues to press the issue she casually let's it be known that Kitty sleeps in bed with her.

"I will rely on my spells to attack at a distance. With a smile she continued, besides,I feel more comfortable I will hit the enemy and not one of you. I may not do the damage of a crossbow bolt, but I will strike my target more often. Perhaps I will learn to use other weapons someday but, against possible dragons is probably not a good learning environment."

Computers have allowed us to make more mistakes faster than any invention in history, with the exception of tequila and handguns

“All right, Katya, if you feel confident that you won’t run out of spells, if a particular fight takes a long time, or we have to fight multiple times in a day. Personally, I always worry about that, but I imagine that you have much more power than someone like me. I just dabble in the magical arts.”